Most of us have heard stories, of heaven, and hell,
Most rumors, place them A distance apart, in separate ways,
Are they both apart of this planet, we create the imaginary,
Places far away.
At one time the earth, would have sounded like heaven,
The perfect place, everyone could be equal, just floating in space,
A perfect distance from the sun or we would instantly pass
Constantly reproducing food, and oxygen, for us to last,
There are resources to repair our planet, stop the greed,
That creates hell for everyone alive, remove all people from need
There is no fame and fortune, fixing up what we have,
For the future to see.
Now the powerful dictators, of the richest countries,
Planning to colonize mars, and the moon,
We were not created to survive, at the sea of tranquility,
Looking at the future, another two thousand years,
The population on the moon and mars, will have A story to tell,
Look in the sky at earth, and call it hell.
Tom Maxwell
7/22/2019 AD
12: 30 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem